Worthless...
Never perfect....
Shattered tears on floors made of mirrors
Reflecting my every imperfection
Shard by shard
I chip away
A worthless sculpture...
Never good enough...
Never beautiful...
Cracked
Scarred
Mangled
A mess
Scraps thrown together
Eyes look at their reflection
Hatred
Questioning
Infected
Neglected
Self loathing
All in a moment
Close those forest green eyes
One tear slips past
Hopefully the last
We all want
What we can't have....

Why is it that I only write
When sorrow has arrived
All alone in the night
From the recesses of my mind
Why is that I cannot write
Of the love I frantically seek
So pure and beautiful
The kind that won't let you sleep
Why is that I write these words
In hope you'll soon comprehend
I only write poems like this
When my love is coming to an end

he was cursed to love everyone in the world
and he could do nothing but try and enjoy it